out-box #8

days bring plenty of

strawberries bikes skirts

I hear

long night echo

it’s been so long

it’s already so late

I bother you because

nightmares wake me up and

I don’t know what’s next so

I search in the past

I feel you there, deep down,

the center of gravity circled by gentle ripples

faint traces

attempts to repeat

the unattainable perfection

it’s hard to compare with you

the one whom I

dreamt of

idealized

longed for

the ripples soften, the surface calms down

I throw the rock

again

right there.